Wednesday, May 09, 2007

Today, my sister and I received invitations to a surprise party to honor our high school soccer coach's 10 years at the helm of the program.

It sounds like it will be a nice little affair, put on by a few parents who can't pull themselves away from kissing Coach's ass, despite their kids having graduated out of the program.

I'm a little excited. I've been looking for a reason to buy a new sun dress.

I am horrified, however, by the mere thought of being in a room with my old teammates. I was - academically and athletically - the golden child on that team. I feel like I don't have a hell of a lot to show for myself. There's that college degree, I guess. And I haven't gotten fat. But my job sucks and I don't like where I live and I will most certainly be going without an engagement ring.

My ten year high school reunion isn't for three more years; I thought I had more time to prepare!

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Remember its all about presentation. THEY DON'T know that you hate your job or that you don't like where you live. Those that are married/engaged may totally dislike their spouses but they FRONT LIKE THEY LOVE THEM and that EVERYTHING'S PERFECT. Thank your lucky stars that you aren't trapped like that. I have been on both sides of the engagement ring and let me tell you, shit still stinks on both sides, okay?

You're going to be fine and anyone who doesn't like you has a problem. You were the best on the team. No matter what no one can take that away from you. Not that you would flaunt it, I'm just saying.

Hi. I'm A.

Born, raised, educated in the Midwest, I am such a Midwesterner. So Midwestern, if you will.

I am: a blogger of 8+ years, forever searching for my next athletic challenge, hopelessly overscheduled and always, always eating.

I started So Midwestern right after I graduated from college, hoping to chronicle my transition to adulthood. Graduate school, four half marathons, two new nephews, three apartments, a trip to Africa, a sprinkle of heartbreak, dozens of unfinished knitting projects, four turns as a bridesmaid, 8,913 job applications and two full-time positions later: I’m fairly convinced that the day when I feel like a legitimate, full-fledged grownup will never come. So I’ll just keep on blogging.

I write about a little bit of everything and a lot of nothing. Toss my ramblings with a few pictures, a touch of swearing and an endless appreciation for the beauty that is David Beckham and you have So Midwestern. Welcome.